Fantasy The Gathering (Characters Thread)

[Jess Buck]

Before Creating a Character, Please keep a few things in mind:
1) I ask that all players create a minimum of two characters.
2) Characters of all different shapes, sizes, genders, and sexualities are welcome and expected.
3) Try and keep characters even. There can't be five lesbians and three straight guys. I want to make sure that every player can have a match for their character
4) Characters that are not apart of the royal families are allowed, but only if they add something interesting to the story. For example: One of the Princesses from Quenia has a handmaiden whom she is very close to. To the public the relationship is platonic but behind closed doors they are lovers. OR The bastard son of the King of Aiwathen was claimed a few months prior to The Gathering and he will be joining the royal family for The Matchmaking.
5) I just want to reiterate this point; if you cannot commit to a roleplay right now, I ask that you do not submit a character. I have spent a long time coming up with the lore for this roleplay and I really do not want it to fail. I appreciate your interest but if you cannot commit, do not join.

There are also a few rules for The Matchmaking; keep these in mind when making your characters:
1) Noble youth who wish to participate must be 18 years or older.
2) You will receive a match at the very beginning of the festival. You must spend the first week with this match before you seek out the matchmaker for a new one. After the initial match, you may seek the matchmaker as many times as you would like if the match is not compatible.
3) In order to seek a new match, both parties in the match must agree to find new partners. If one party does not wish to change, then the match will stay until both parties can come to an agreement.
4) You must attend at least one ball and one festivity (a joust, a play, etc.) with your match before you may seek out a new one.
5) Heirs to a kingdom may not be matched with other heirs.
6) It is not required for you to leave the festival with a match, or even an engagement offer. The Matchmaking is mostly for fun and there is no pressure to find true love in these four weeks. (However if a noble has to attend more than three matchmakings to find a match, they are often seen as undesirable. Why else would they not be able to secure a match?)

Below will be the list of the available positions in the Royal Families. All other positions may be discussed in the OOC chat provided below. I will also provide a link for a thread that contains all of the lore for the kingdoms. This will include a map of Reyisha and the crests of each Royal Family.

Fantasy - The Gathering (OOC)

Here is the Out of Character Chat for the fantasy roleplay "The Gathering". Anything that needs to be discussed about characters or plot ideas will be discussed here.

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Fantasy - The Gathering (Lore)

Welcome Reyisha, a continent as old as time. Long ago, the four kingdoms of Reyisha were at war with each other. All sides suffered great losses, but eventually they came together to sign The Treaty of the Four. It took four weeks for the kingdoms to come to an agreement, and ever since they...

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* Indicates the Crown Prince/Princess
Underline Indicates those who are eligible for the matchmaking
The House of Iclyn:
King
Queen
*1st Prince and 1st Princess
2nd Prince
2nd Princess
3rd Princess
3rd and 4th Princes

The House of Vale:
King
Queen
*1st Prince
1st and 2nd Princess
2nd Prince
3rd Prince

The House of Hawthorn:
Queen
Monarch
*Princess Rosaline Hawthorn - Played by Jess Buck
1st Prince
2nd Prince
2nd Princess

The House of Sandtrix:
King Anthony Sandtrix - Played by Jess Buck
*1st Prince
1st Princess
2nd Prince
2nd Princess
3rd Princess
3rd Prince

Here is a basic Character Skeleton. You are more than welcome to add anything to this skeleton you feel necessary but you may not take anything away.
Basics:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Kingdom:
Position:

Appearance:
You must have a picture for your character along with the information below. No anime pictures please.
Height:
Weight:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Personal Style:

Persona:
Personality:
Likes: At least 3
Dislikes: At least 3
Fears:
Bio:

 

[Jess Buck]

Basics:
Name: Rosaline Miriam Hawthorn
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Kingdom: Erosan
Position: 1st Princess

Appearance:
Height: 5'3" (153 cm)
Weight: 120 lbs (54 kg)
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Personal Style:
Rosie prefers light pastel colors on a day to day basis. However at Royal functions or meetings she will dawn the colors of her kingdom. (The last image are her riding clothes)
x x x x x x

Persona:
Personality:
Rosaline, or Rosie has her family and close friends call her, is not one for talking much. Mainly because she is deaf, but also because she very shy and likes to keep to herself. If it weren't for her parents and siblings she probably would never leave the castle. She is perfectly content staying at home and painting all day. Although it is hard to get her to open up, she has a very kind soul and is very caring towards the people she is close with. You will never find anymore more loyal and trustworthy then Rosaline.
Likes:
Painting, Horses, Flowers, Fiction Stories, Being Alone, Girls
Dislikes:
Large Crowds, Parties, Rain, Overly Confident People, Most Men
Fears:
Rosaline's biggest fears are going blind, and letting her kingdom down. She knows that her parents love her and would not make her their heir if they did not think she was capable. But something inside her tells her that she is not worthy.
Bio:
Rosaline was born into a noble family in Erosan. Roderick and Margot Adler were influential within the Erosan court and it was not secret how in love they were with each other. An incredible match made by the Quenian matchmaker during The Gathering. It was not long after they married that they began trying for children, wanting to secure an heir for their estate. The couple had many difficulties getting pregnant, but finally they were able to conceive and nine months later they had twin girls! Rosaline and Rebekah. (Rosie and Beka for short) For those first few years. The little family was happy. The girls were growing, their crops were thriving, and Roderick and Margot were trying again for more children. That's when the sickness set in. When the twins were barely three, they both became gravely ill. For months, the Adlers were not seen in court as they desperately tried to heal their children. After a long battle with fevers, coughing fits, and fainting spells, Rosie finally recovered, however she lost her hearing in the process. Unfortunately for Beka, she did not make it. Roderick and Margot were devastated, not only for the loss of their child but for Rosie's sake as well. She had lost her twin sister, her first friend. This once happy home was now grief stricken and broken. Margot feel deep into depression, unable to eat, drink, or sleep for months. Until she herself became sick and perished a year after their daughter did. Roderick was struck again, at the loss of his beloved wife. He was now left alone with their disabled child whom he did not know how to care for. The grief was all too much for him. Roderick took a now 5 year old Rosie to one of the temples. Tears in his eyes he asked the monks to take care of her and then he disappeared. No one knows where he went or if he is even still alive. All we know is that Rosie was the only one left, and she was now an orphan.

Rosie spent most of her formative years at the Temple. Here it was that she learned how to read and write and how to read lips. However with her hearing loss it proved difficult for her to speak back. Her words came out slurred and difficult to understand from the untrained ear. The monks of the temple sought out many scholars for ideas on how to help Rosaline speak more clearly. The scholars suggested however, that she learn sign language. The monks had not heard of this language, and thus were not able to teach her properly. So, at the age of 10, they sent Rosie with the scholars so that they may teach her this language. It did not take long for Rosie to pick it up, and she was so happy to finally be able to communicate. She spent about 5 years with the scholars before someone came to their school seeking Rosaline out. They claimed to be from the palace, and they were tasked with bringing Rosaline to the Queen and Monarch. Rosie was horrified of meeting the Queen. How would she be able to communicate with these people if they did not know sign language and she could not speak? The carriage ride from the school to the palace was probably the longest and most nerve wracking ride she has ever been on. Once at the palace, Rosaline was taken to a guest room to freshen up and relax from her ride before she was to meet the Queen. While maids come in and out of her room, Rosie's head swam with worry. What did the Queen want from her? She was just a disabled girl that her family didn't want, what could she possibly offer the Queen of Erosan? Finally, the same person who picked her up at the school came to her rooms to escort her to the throne room. Rosaline's hands shook as she gripped the piece of paper and pencil she had found in her rooms. Hoping that this would suffice as a communication device. Once in the throne room, in front of the Queen and Monarch, Rosie's shakes froze. Out of fear or pure adrenaline, to this day Rosaline does not know. But the shaking stopped and she bowed lowly before her sovereign.

When she finally raised her head she was greeted with a melancholy smile from both monarchs. Much to Rosie's surprise, the Queen began signing. "You look so much like your mother, sweet Rosaline." Rosie's heart leapt in her chest. "You-You sign?" Both the monarchs chuckled, or at least they looked to be chuckling. The monarch then began to sign. "How else would we be able to speak with you child?" Rosie looked down at the paper and pencil she had discarded merely seconds ago to sign her confusion to the Queen. When she brought her head up again, the Queen was descending from her throne, towards Rosie. She stiffened, unsure of what was coming next. But the Queen did not seem angry nor was her stance in that of defense. She simply seemed...happy...to see Rosie. Once the Queen was before Rosaline she tucked a strand of hair behind the young girls ear, before signing again. "I do not know what the monks told you of your family, but your mother and I were very close once." Rosie could not believe what the Queen was saying. She had known her mother? How? So many questions flooded her head but she let the Queen continue. "She and I were cousins. My mother and her father were siblings. And that makes you..." She paused for Rosaline to connect the dots. The young girl's eyes went wide as she signed "...I'm your cousin?..." The Queen smiled that melancholy smile again as she nodded. She waved for the Monarch to come over to them, before she began signing once more. "As you know, the Monarch and I cannot conceive on our own, and we have been trying to find ways to produce an heir." Rosaline nodded, this was common knowledge in Erosan. The Queen and Monarch were the first couple of their kind on the throne and there was no precedent set forth as to who their heir would be. Rosie still had many questions, but she let the Queen continue, "The Monarch and I have thought long and hard on how we could produce an heir on our own. But each idea did not seem plausible or right. Until we remembered you, Rosaline." Rosie froze. Surely the Queen wasn't suggesting what Rosaline thought she was suggesting. Again the Queen continued "We remembered you, and your family, and the tragedy that befell them and we thought, perhaps...perhaps this is route we should take." The Queen and Monarch then began to explain their plan. To adopt Rosaline, and pronounce her their heir. Of course she would have much training and lessons to do if she was going to be Queen one day, but they were certain that after all Rosie had faced in life, she could handle any situation. The information was all too much at once and her sovereigns could see that. So they gave her time. Told her to retire to her rooms and think on the matter before she made a decision.

Rosie spent the next week thinking about what the Queen and Monarch had told and prepositioned to her. That whole week, she had breakfast, lunch and dinner with the sovereigns. During those meals, Rosaline asked questions. About her family, about them, and their relationship. At the end of the week, during dinner. The Queen was telling Rosie a story about herself and Rosie's mother in their youth. At the end of the story she said, "Your mother was a kind and gentle woman, Rosaline. She would be proud of the young lady you have become." Rosie smiled a melancholy smile before looking at the Queen and signing "It's Rosie...my friends and...family call me Rosie." And for the first time in all her life, Rosie truly felt like she belonged. Truly had hope and excitement for lied ahead.

The next few years were a whirlwind. Lessons on diplomacy, history, the different languages of the kingdoms and their own kingdom's sign languages. Riding lessons, archery lessons, you name it, Rosie did it. Rosie's favorite lesson though, was her art lessons. Being able to pick up some paint and a brush and be able to create beauty from nothing was Rosaline's favorite part of her day. Her painting tutor had a young daughter that was around the same age as Rosie. The two became fast friends and were often seen together outside of the art studio. This young lady was named Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn was the picture of beauty. Long red hair that complimented her freckled fair skin, a smile that could light up a room and not to mention those eyes. Rosie could get lost in those forest green eyes. Everything about Gwendolyn made Rosie's heart sing. She was infatuated with the young girl. So much so, that in secret, separate from her lessons, Rosie began a painting for Gwendolyn. Once the painting was finished, she presented it to her friend. Hoping for the best, Rosie then confessed her feelings four the young girl. Told her how much she truly wished to be with her for their whole lives. But alas, it was not meant to be. Gwendolyn did not feel the same, and simply saw Rosaline as a friend. Rosaline, embarrassed and heartbroken, quickly retreated to her rooms to hide for the rest of eternity. When she finally emerged to attend her lessons, she found no sign of Gwendolyn anywhere. It seemed the young girl decided that it was best that she did not return to the castle, and Rosie has never seen her since. She still has the painting though, and keeps it tucked away in a far corner of her studio where no one will find it.

Now, Rosie is 23 years old and is participating in her second matchmaking. The first few years she was eligible, she had decided to opt out of the festivity. She was nervous about meeting new people and having to spend the entire four weeks with strangers. But the last year and this year, her parents insisted that she participate. She was of age for marriage and if she did not find a match soon, she would be hard pressed to find one once she got older. Rosie is not exactly excited for the matchmaking, but she will participate for her parents sake. And she just hopes that whoever she is matched with isn't a complete nightmare.​

 

[Jess Buck]

Basics:
Name: Anthony Dorian Sandtrix
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Kingdom: Gairia
Position: King

Appearance:
Height: 6'0" (183 cm)
Weight: 160 lbs (73 kg)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Personal Style:
Anthony keeps his clothes simple and practical. He does not like to show off and he is often found sporting his kingdom's colors.
x x x x x

Persona:
Personality:
Anthony is a man of few words. He speaks when necessary and he speaks bluntly. He's hurt many a lady's feelings and many a man's pride with his words. He doesn't mean it though. He tries his best but it never quite comes out the way he wants it to. He prefers to stay to himself and has few friends outside of his brothers and adviser. He does have a sense of humor; although dry and many don't quite understand it. He's just an all around awkward man. He is also quite observant. He knows far more that he probably should, but he doesn't let on. He allows everyone their own privacy and when they're ready to tell him, he'll be all ears, pretending he doesn't already know.
Likes:
Reading, Gardening, Archery, Horses/Riding, Baked Goods
Dislikes:
Sand Storms, Insects, Most Social Events, Spicy Foods
Fears:
Sand Storms and loosing his children.
Bio:
Anthony was not the oldest of his brothers. In fact he was third in line for the throne. His older brothers were twins; Dorian and Derrick, born only a few minutes apart. Dorian was a frail child who could barely pick up a sword. He was far better in academics than he ever was in combat. Derrick however, was strong, and lean, and perfect for King. So Anthony's father had no issue declaring the second twin his heir instead of Dorian. Anthony came a few years after his brothers, followed by another brother Xavier, and then twin sisters Isla and Irene. Anthony was fine with his position in the middle of the pack. He was able to focus on his studies and other things he was interested in, without the pressure of being heir. This all changed though when Derrick decided to leave on a trip. You see, there is a legend of a lost temple hidden somewhere in The Wastes. This temple is thought to have forgotten treasures and artifacts that are sacred to the Sun God Maikesh. Derrick was determined to find this temple and recover the lost artifacts. It was a fools errand. Everyone knows that The Wastes are unforgiving and no one is able to survive them. But Derrick was stubborn and proud and refused to back down. So he left. Days went by with no communication. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and before anyone knew it, it had been a year and the Crown Prince of Gairia was gone. The whole kingdom grieved the loss of their heir, but no one took it harder than Anthony's mother. She was never the same after Derrick disappeared. The next in line was Dorian, and seeing as he was still frail and unable to rule, the responsibility fell to Anthony.

Anthony began his studies to be king only a month after they held the ceremony of the dead for Derrick. He was still grieving his lost brother, but he had to put that aside. He was now the heir to the throne and had many responsibilities to his people. Years passed and it was finally time for Anthony to participate in The Matchmaking. Anthony wasn't exactly looking forward to the festivity, but he understood it's purpose and hated the look on his mother's face whenever he expressed his disdain for the tradition. So he participated. Much to his surprise, the match given to him was actually tolerable. She was a noblewoman from Quenia, and a beautiful one at that. Oriana was her name. Her skin looked as if it had been kissed by the Sun God himself, and those beautiful green eyes looked like emeralds straight from the mines of Aiwathen. And not only was she beautiful, but intelligent. They spoke of everything from literature to botany to astronomy. That was her favorite thing to talk about, the stars. Oriana and Anthony would spend hours just looking at the stars, and she would point out every star, every planet, every constellation. And as much as Anthony wanted to listen to her, he could only see the stars in Oriana's eyes as she spoke of something she was so passionate about.
Not long after that Gathering, the two of them were wed, and Oriana moved from her home in Quenia, to the capital city of Solra in Gairia. It was an adjustment for the young couple. Oriana missed the sea breezes of her home and she was hard pressed to find a temple to the Sea Goddess Malia that the Quenians worshiped. But Anthony was happy to help his bride find ways to integrate her culture with his own. He had a small temple created in the castle for his new wife to use to worship her goddess, and the couple would often take trips to Quenia so that Oriana would not get so homesick.

A few years into their marriage, Anthony's father died, and thus Anthony was now king. The first few months after his coronation were difficult. He was a young king who had only trained for half of his life, unlike his brother who had been training his whole life. Many people doubted the young king's ability to rule, and it didn't help that he and his wife had yet to produce an heir. For awhile that was all he and Oriana could think or speak about. When they weren't busy with political affairs they were discussing and sometimes even arguing over their attempts at conceiving a child. It would not be until three years after Anthony's coronation that they finally were able to conceive. Anthony was over the moon when he found out Oriana was pregnant. THe whole pregnancy he doted on his wife hand and foot, and even after she gave birth he was at her every beckoned call. And he remained a dutiful husband and father for the rest of her pregnancies as well. Years passed, and the couple had six children in total. They were a happy, lively family, that was until three years ago.
Sandstorms are not uncommon for Gairia, it is a desert land after all. Usually, there a signs leading up to the storm that allow people time to secure shelter and get out of the way for the duration of the storm. Usually. This time around, Oriana and a few of her lady's maids had gone out for a day trip in the city. They were walking up and down the aisles of the merchant's square and greeting their subjects. Though Oriana did not hail from Gairia, she still loved her people and the people loved her. It was a hot and windy day; the breeze a reprieve from the unforgiving rays of the Sun. But alas, the wind would prove fatal as it begun to pick up the sand around them, causing a storm. People began scrambling for shelter. Tossed around in the scuffle, not even the Queen of Gairia was safe from a panicked city. The combination of panic, poor visibility, and asphyxiation from the sand in the air, the Oriana died that day in the streets of the city she loved. The whole kingdom was heartbroken by the news, but no one took Oriana's death harder than Anthony. It was months before Anthony could even stomach food, and he did not leave the palace for over a year. Anytime someone was needed in a foreign city, he sent a diplomat or his eldest son and heir. There was fear amongst the people that they would loose their King from the heartbreak. Only with time, and the love of his children was Anthony able to move on. Seeing Oriana within his children was one of the only things that kept him going.

With the upcoming Gathering, Gairia has been hard at work preparing for the foreign nobility to arrive. The capital city Solra has had little rest as not only the palace, but the people of the city get ready for the anticipated festival. The leading weeks have brought up many memories from The Gathering in which he met Oriana. And although the memories can be painful, he knowns the importance of this festival and has spared no expense in making it the best Gathering yet.​

 

[Yakov011001]

Basics:
Name: Phos Flynn
Age: 22-years-old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Kingdom: Iclyn: the Northern Kingdom of Aiwrathwen
Position: Crown (1st) Prince

Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 175lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown, with copper highlights.
Personal Style: Keeping to a neutral look, Phos wears mostly black but always has one accenting article of clothing to splash in some colour: a shirt, jacket, or scarf, but most often a cardigan.

Persona:
Personality: Phos is an extremely hyper-cautious person; his whole life dedicated to cultivating the instincts of a natural leader. As crown prince, he didn't know what waited for him on the throne, but he needed to be ready. Language and politics, but also swordsmanship and magic (what little he could learn, living in Aiwrathwen). He thinks himself a ruthless man, who'd do anything to get higher up on the totem pole; though, he's far to conscious of the well-being of others to actually do that.
Likes: Music, crowds, Valean food.
Dislikes: Giving speeches, crowds (again), Sandtrian food.
Fears: "No, no. Of course not; the only thing to fear is fear itself! And weasels: those little bastards'll get you."
Bio: WIP

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[Yet]

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Basics: ​

"You see it too. Straight out a fairy tale..." ​

Name: Osen Hawthorn

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Kingdom: Erosan

Position: 2nd Prince

Appearance

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More descriptions on the way

Height: 5'9

Weight: 155lbs

Eye Color: Lime green? Seafoam?

Hair Color: Black

Personal Style: Passing. Never one to be taken over by the requirements or occasion, he keeps his attire just enough to fit where he plans to be or what he plans to do.

Persona:

Osen isn't a mere princeling. Osen is an star, an amorphous heated mass in space that burns white-yet deemed something else. An amalgam of rays twinkling cause they know no other way, because he knows no stronger gate to hold his boredom. Pain behind green hues and a mocking smile, turned to stoic shapes when turned away. No moon, no soil, no system. Nothing but the frontier of darkness to catch his form.

Wake up!

You're a prince, Osen ​

Personality:
Likes: Strawberry Gum, Books, The "Perfect" shot
Dislikes: Dogs, Sticklers, Numbers
Fears: Being vulnerable
Bio:

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[Xeppy]

Basics:

Name: Andra Iclyn

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Kingdom: Aiwathen

Position: Second Princess

Appearance:



(Yeah.. this probably fits better with her family..)

Height: 5’6

Weight: 142 lbs

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Personal Style:
Dresses are not Andra‘s go to for clothing, as she spent most of her childhood sparring, running around, and playing roughly. As much as Andra loves to wear adjustable, men clothing (most of them she wears stolen from her older brothers), she knew she had to wear dresses. She has no fashion sense whatsoever, unfortunately, so she doesn’t know how to match clothing and all that, but she accepts to wear clothing she can easily move around and are smooth on her skin.

Persona:

Personality:
Andra is a friendly brute girl who treats even strangers as one of her “bros.” A friendly punch in the shoulder or a bear hug is her way of greeting someone. As most Aiwathens, she’s rough and stubborn at times, but she gives off a playful mood to others. She can be majorly impatient at times, as she isn’t one to wait. She’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, however, being dense and not picking up things as quickly as others would. Andra is very competitive to others, and is very self-worthy of her strength. She never blows off a challenge, if anything, completely accepts one. She’s completely loyal to those she’s close to with, especially to her family, and doesn’t care about anybody’s social status. She hates seeming cowardly, so she always does anything that makes her not seem “chicken.”

Likes:
Competitions, athletic activities, winning, socializing, proving herself to others

Dislikes:
Boring activities, dresses, snotty people, losing, being sick (makes her appear “weak”)

Fears:
Being rejected, being a failure to her kingdom, being afraid, falling for someone hard

Bio:
Ever since Andra was born royalty in this kingdom, it had always been hammered into her brain to be tough. She was born in the dangerous mountains, learned how to fight every week, and it was just in her genes to be brave. This was always no problem for Andra. She was a fighter. Ever since she was little, she‘s been athletic and started challenging her brothers to strength competitions. Andra never felt pressured to be tough because she always felt that… she was. Her parents started giving her fighting lessons, reading comprehension (this was never her strong suit), and other things. Andra felt confident about herself, and how she could live up to her people.

Until that one Gathering.

She was young, gathered as a festival taking place. Energetic as usual, she sat down to watch a play take place…until she realized there’s a wait.

”Come onnnnnnnn,” she groaned, “When’s it gonna start?”

Andra has never been one to wait. With all of this energy bubbling inside her, she spent most of it doing exciting activities. She could never sit down for long. She avoided it. Right now, her leg were itching to get up and run around, but she ignored the temptations. There were other kingdoms here. She mustn’t just get up and run around, or her father and mother would be disappointed in her, even though they expected it. Her older brothers and sister just sat down like model royalty, tsk, even her younger sister did. Reluctantly, Andra relaxed her muscles to watch the show.

Until she saw them.

Someone random from the crowd, Andra just couldn’t take her eyes off them. Their beauty was mesmerizing. What kingdom were they from? What was their name? Andra has all these thoughts bubble into her head, and was excited to introduce herself to them… until those feelings arrived.

Andra always heard what liking someone felt like. Your stomach feels all weird and you get nervous around them and all that… but Andra didn’t expect to be feeling this way anytime soon. She felt vulnerable… weak… exposed. She quickly shook the idea out of her head of meeting this person. Didn’t unnecessarily talk to them. Four weeks blew by quickly, and as she was returning home, she kept thinking about them.

No! Stop thinking about them! Andra slapped her two cheeks. You have to be strong and a fighter, not weak and a faller!

But Andra just couldn’t. Tsk, she had crushes on other boys and girls before, but they were minor, and didn’t make her feel so weak as she did. How could that person make her feel this way? At first GLACE, too? Andra saw that she stock piled her athletic activities to just stop thinking about them. Her parents were proud, her siblings wondered why, but her eldest brother… now, she thinks he knows. He always seems to know what’s going on with Andra, even though he never says so. If she got said something mean, he would go up to her and say, “You alright? Don’t listen to ‘em.” If she accidentally hurt her knee but hid it from others, he would take her to the kingdom staff to heal it. No matter how she hid something, her brother would always know, but he didn’t seem to do anything now. Andra was glad. Having been found out about crushes is embarrassing for one, but she wanted to get over this one.

Oh gosh, but what if she never got over it? Remained weak over this? She couldn’t do that! She was from Aiwathen! She was royalty! She needed to set a good example for her people! But… what if in future Gatherings, she saw them again…? Andra felt excited but dreadfulness at the thought.

Andra spent the rest of the festivals in the future doing activities, meeting new friends, but just having fun. She never saw that person again, and she was grateful, yet disappointed. Hopefully she could just forget about them and have fun.

But now it’s Andra‘s first matchmaking. On one hand, she’s excited, knowing she doesn’t have to come out of this festival with them, and should just have fun. On the other hand… what if her match made her feel like that again? Weak? Vulnerable around them? Andra has long since then stopped liking people for their looks, but what if their personality…?

Andra felt so anxious that she felt like she might ask if she could skip this year’s matchmaking, but no. This was a challenge for her. And, as much as she wanted to turn it down, she knew that would never happen. She sighed as she accepted it with open arms, not knowing what was going to happen next.

(This Bio will most likely grow throughout the story)​

 

[LAWBRINGER]

Name: holden cross
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bisexual
Iclyn
Position: royal guard
Kingdom: lclyn
Appearance:
Height: 6'2
Weight: 190
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: brown
Personality: holden is a bold and serious man he does like to have a little fun but usually does not holden is one of those
people you can look at and just say "yes sir,no sir" when he asks questions when you get to know him he will be a loyal and trusting friend.
Likes: honest people,cheese,fighting,the color orange,pole axes
Dislikes: Liars,music,desserts,wine
fear: deep bodys of water
bio WIP

 

[Xeppy]

Basics:

Name: William George Sandtrix

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Kingdom: Gairia

Position: Third Prince

Appearance:



Height: 4’9

Weight: 87 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Light Brown

Personal Style: William usually wears clothes that cover up a majority of his body. Whatever the occasion is, he will wear what longest clothing he has that fits the event. Feeling self conscious about his body, he usually wants to cover it up. As his kingdom is hot, he lets himself being burned to death as a distraction from thinking, as his brain usually fogs in hot weather.

Persona:

Personality: William used to be a cheerful, happy boy. He would spend hours just playing and talking and just having a good time. Out of anybody in the world, William loved his mother the most. That’s why her death hit William hard. Ever since her death three years ago, he’s been suffering from Post-trauma stress disorder. He barely leaves the castle, stressed about dangers outside. He oftentimes seems disinterested or distant in certain moments. He isn’t a people person, in fact, avoids others. He‘s stressed out and fearful about most things, still having his mother’s death hanging over him. Although he doesn’t show it to them, he cares deeply about his family, and doesn’t want them to get hurt by others.

Likes: Watching plays, reading, drawing, swirling drinks

Dislikes: Memories, nightmares, waiting, socializing, events

Fears: Losing another family member, dying, diseases, going to sleep

Bio:
William was the last child in his family. Growing up with loving parents and (annoying) but supportive siblings, he grew up happy and cheerful. He grew up with his mother’s brain and golden skin, although his hair and eyes were more fitted for Gairia. Although his skin seemed to shine, he quickly became pale: not from any diseases, no, but just from not being an outdoorsy kid. Growing up in the harsh, burning climate, William never did enjoy going outside. In fact, he only seemed to get out of the castle when his mother would go on night trips to look at the stars. He always loved these trips. He loved staring at the dots in the endless ocean, talking about the constellation, drawing them in the dirt. This was the most often time he went outside, however, on his own will. He was never athletic or fit, as he was always a boy who used his mind. He was skinny, weak for his age. Although lacking physical traits, he was strong on the inside, and as his mother taught him, that’s what mattered in a person.

He always seemed to be willing to go outside during The Gatherings, however. Watching competitions and gathering at events and seeing if any of the matchmakings fitted with his family were always great fun to him. Although he would always get shy during these large social events, he would always get through it. His most favorite events to usually watch were plays. He loved stepping away from his life and watching another’s take place on top of a stage. It was a similar experience to reading, a hobby he quickly picked up after watching these theatrical works.

His parents seemed to get that he wasn’t an outside person, and he usually studied inside, learning basic words for the other kingdoms, basic history of his kingdom, and many, many math theories. His most favorite lessons were from his mother, though. Although he technically didn’t learn it as the way he did with his other subjects, his mother would always explain to him the ways of astronomy in the night sky. Whenever he looks at the stars, he instantly imagines his mother talking about whatever constellation he’s looking at.

His mother was his whole world. His best friend. As he grew up throughout the years, she was like a compass, pointing him in the right direction. For a good 10 years, William lived to his best times with her.

Until she was gone.

It happened three years ago, but William still screams at night thinking about it. He remembered that day. The last time he saw her was the morning. Her saying she’s going on a day trip, that he should get outside, as it’s nice and windy. He declined, as usual, drawing on the bedroom floor. Promising to show her his drawing after she came back. But she never did.

William heard that his mother died from a sand storm, in the panic of the people. William didn’t understand at first- no way she could be dead! He just saw her this morning! He promised to show her the drawing he was making! It just seemed so…unreal. It was like when a character died in a play. You could still see them after the play! Right?

His mother’s funeral happened before he knew it. Her body laying there before his eyes. Little specks of dust still clinging onto her. Bruises from the horror of the people panicking. Her eyes closed, yet a little bit opens as through she were gonna open her eyes and ask them what they were all doing. She never did. William kept on thinking the entire time, This isn’t true! Mother is alive! She is well! She will awaken!

The reality sunk in later. William heard more witness reports about his mother’s death, a sickening image of it happening slowly appearing in William’s head. William suffered from PTSD every since. Nobody understood why he suffered from it- he never actually saw his mother die. But he suffered from it plainly because she did die, that she did leave him. For his family all going through their states of mourning, William isolated himself, refusing for someone to help his pain. His brain messed up all over since her death. He started getting nightmares, waking up screaming at night. He started not eating food as much, making himself a skimpy figure. He started being fearful about everything, afraid of what would happen next. It’s been three years now: William and his family have gotten better, but the pain still remains.

It’s now The Gathering time, however. William hated it. The memories would come of his mother, which was just painful for all his family. Not only is The Gathering coming, but it’s going to be hosted in his kingdom, which would make the memories even worse. Although William didn’t like it, he knew he had to be there. It was just four weeks. He would be fine… right?​

 

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Basics:



"No problem."

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Name: Tolken Iclyn
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Kingdom: Aiwathen
Position: King

Appearance

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Theme:Pricey
Height: 6'5
Weight: 185lbs
Eye Color: Icy blue
Hair Color: Platinum blonde on the verge of grey
Personal Style: It's rare to see the king without some jacket on his being or armor underneath his clothing. He keeps himself formal when he can, defaulting to his wife or daughters insights on those matters. Over the past few decades he's dressed notably sharp. A contrast to his time as the sole ruler.

Spoiler: In detial

• Thick cloak of made of bear fur on top of a chainmail vest with a black cotton shirt underneath. Pants of the same quality as his cloak, leathers under that, brown boots and a sash across his waist to hold his swords and other tools.
• Brown jacket made of the same leather with a cotton black undershirt and a tee shirt underneath that one. Brown Gabardine pants and black boots.

Persona:



It is contention amongst those new to the frigid regions of the north whether the king inspired the populations general steel attitudes or if the setting itself sharpened him. Tolken is a lot of things, a great king, a loyal friend, a loving father, but he's never been one to put up fronts. He is helplessly him no matter what the circumstance, making even more reasoning for these gatherings due to how unapproachable he typically comes off as. A provider, a leader, and occasionally, a spoiled brat, Tolken is a personification of the land. The nation.​

Personality: Tough as he seems, Tolken is actually a great listener if you don't say nonsense. He believes that everyone deserves A chance, and while this fact has been exploited (not to the benefits of the exploiters), he is stubborn on his way of things. They say when his hairs turned grey his face froze a permanent gruff, however; if you catch wind of him in the area your status need not be a concern. Despite him rarely laughing, let alone smiling, he is shamelessly a person-person, seen where he's likely not supposed to be and taking part in events none involved expected his attendance. Serious and inquisitive, seriously competitive, Tolken is loyal to his family.
Likes: Competition, Hunting, Being outside, extroversion, taking care of things, religion, Aiwathen
Dislikes: Quiters, wasting time, losing
Fears: Death
Bio: [WIP]